Invisible Me
By tigerlilly
I talk to him, it's… “Yes dear, and I’m hearing what you say; always listening to you; you know that's my way...” I’d just told him I was packing, walking out the door; never once looked up from his work, said sure… “We'll go to the store.” His ears are fine, a hearing problem, is not what it’s about. It’s just that he's stopped listening, and that's why I’m checking out. A sea of memory swells to crash in waves against my heart. It didn't used to be this way, when conversation was our art. Little things we used to speak of, day and night throughout… it’s just that he's stopped listening, and that's why I’m checking out. “Your new dress? So lovely, you know that's my favorite shade of blue.” If he'd only look... I’m wearing jeans and a purple sweatshirt too. “New nightgown, Dear? Quite nice...but this week's had a hectic pace; Some other more convenient time, we'll enjoy your satin and lace...” No problems with his vision, he just doesn’t want to see, when I leave I know his deaf blind heart won’t be missing me.all comments and critiques welcomed Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 04:41 AM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"I talk to him, it's… “Yes dear, and I’m hearing what you say;..."